LINES 384-581.
GUARD.
Behold the guilty one, caught in the act
Of burial. Where is Creon to be found?
CHORUS.
Hither he comes returning from the house.
CREON (entering).
What makes my presence here so opportune?
GUARD.
My prince, let mortal man nothing forswear,
For resolution yields to afterthought.
Little I looked hither to come again,
So pelted with the hailstorm of thy threats.
But the good fortune that surpasses hope
Is of all pleasant things the pleasantest;
And so I come in spite of all my oaths,
And bring with me this maiden, who was caught
Decking the grave. This time no lot was cast;
The prize is mine of right, and mine alone.
And now, my prince, take and examine her
Thyself, as seems thee good. I claim my due,
From all these troubles to be let go free.